Chapter 129
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 129
Chapter Title: Yongyong's Offspring
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Who the hell designed this place? The traps are one thing, but it's annoyingly elaborate.
And there was something like a massive guillotine looming ahead.
It wasn't some contraption on the floor— a gigantic blade hung from the ceiling, ready to drop and slice anyone who stepped underneath clean in half, head from body.
"Gotta test this out!"
So I decided to experiment myself.
Yongyong gently poked its head under the guillotine.
"What the hell are you doing, you dumb lizard?!"
Sure enough, as soon as it nudged its neck in, the blade came crashing down from above.
And Reina shattered it with Spirit Arrows.
It crumbled to dust. Just like that. The thick guillotine blade shattered into pieces midair without mercy.
Guess that thing was pretty much scrap metal after all.
"Even if you won't die, that was still terrifying!"
"Right? Are you insane?"
Mom and daughter scolded me in unison.
Hey, it could happen. Why get so mad?
"I was just testing it. What's the big deal? It's boring otherwise."
"I knew you were like this, but where the hell is the Evil Dragon anyway?"
Good question. Where could it be? Somewhere around here, right?
That thought lasted only a moment. We slipped through a small entrance at the end of the corridor and entered a vast dome-like chamber.
The walls here glowed naturally, twinkling softly, and in the center lay a lizard covered in black scales, sleeping soundly.
"That the one?"
"It's huge. Imperial Dragon class?"
Size-wise, yeah, it matched an Imperial Dragon's bulk.
"Imperial Dragons have that serpentine vibe, but this is straight-up Western dragon. Best to strike first with these."
Assuming it was Imperial Dragon tier, I needed to smack it down and subjugate it first.
"It's sleeping, though. You sure?"
"Preemptive strike wins! Fire Punch!"
Take control of the momentum and make it my minion.
I wrapped my fist in flames and smashed it right into the dragon's face.
Thwack!
The impact felt amazing. So I followed up with a few more.
Thud! Crack!
"Tough hide."
"Sometimes I wanna divorce you."
"Did you even register the marriage?"
I could hear my wife and daughter plotting to ditch me from behind.
"Grrraaaah! Who dares attack a sleeping dragon?!"
The massive Evil Dragon twisted its body and let out a mighty roar.
Up close, it was seriously huge. Rubbing its forehead with its front paws made it look kinda cute.
But this thing was the only one among those I'd beaten that came out unscathed.
This wasn't the level where a hard hit would just hurt—it shrugged it off.
"Pretty damn sturdy, huh? That punch would've exploded a normal person's skull."
"Just two elf bitches and a dragonkin whore!"
"Take that!"
Slap!
Still didn't know its place, so I backhanded it across the cheek.
Its head whipped right around.
"Gwaaaah!"
"Damn. You think this chump could take down an Imperial Dragon? Rachel, no way in hell."
A guy who gets dazed after a few hits but doesn't drop? No chance against an Imperial Dragon. The Champions must've been too weak to handle even this.
"No, this one's insanely strong. It ruined the elven kingdom's revival because of it. See? It got hit and popped right back up."
She was right. This bastard had some serious durability.
"How dare you speak of other dragons in front of Magnut, the world's strongest dragonkin Evil Dragon! Who the hell are you?!"
"Me? Evil Dragon Azidahaka!"
Can't lose the psychological war. Yeah. Let's see this punk try to flex its rank.
Evil Dragon vs. Evil Dragon showdown. My chest swelled with excitement already.
"Hold up. What'd you just say? Evil Dragon Azidahaka?"
I was gearing up for battle when its tone suddenly shifted.
Azidahaka, who had been radiating killing intent moments ago, deflated.
Now's the time to crush its spirit. I clenched my fist.
"That's right! You think you can beat me, Magnut or whatever?!"
Its arrogant taunt hung in the air, leaving Magnut dazed for a bit before it sniffed at my body.
What the hell was wrong with this kid?
Finally, as if realizing something, Magnut lifted its head—and it was different now.
"M-Mama?"
Unlike me, ready for round two, Magnut's eyes softened, and it called me "Mama."
What bullshit was this?
"The fuck you say?"
"Mama! I missed you!"
Suddenly its voice pitched up, and this damn lizard grabbed me with its front paws, rubbing its face all over me.
It even licked my chin, slathering me in drool.
Why was it doing this? What scheme was this overgrown dragon head cooking up?
I endured the damn lizard nuzzling me for a while before Rachel dragged me away.
"Yoo Eun-ha, what the hell? What am I hearing right now? When did you pop out a massive kid like that?"
Rachel grabbed my collar and shook me. Reina glared from the side.
No, common sense: even if that thing was tiny once, there's no way it came out of my womb.
"No! I didn't birth it! Logically impossible!"
"Mom, even if Galaxy's a total slut, she wouldn't go that far. Calm down. We've never even seen her pregnant."
Reina defended me, but it still felt weird.
Getting called a slut hit different, for real.
"Anyway, I'm not its mama."
"Mama!"
"Hey, quit yelling in my ear! Why would I be your mama?!"
My firm denial made tears well up in Magnut's topaz eyes.
No, squeezing out tears with that size—what was I supposed to do?
In the end, its pitiful act tugged at my sympathy, and I had to listen.
"Mama, you birthed me and named me Magnut. I still remember—you pulled out your hidden tail and hugged me with it."
Tail? How would I know about a tail?
And then my collar got grabbed again.
"Yoo Eun-ha, busted. It knows about your tail, so it must be real. Abandoning your own kid now? Even the eye color matches!"
"I'm innocent! I swear on my dragon life—I never birthed this thing!"
No matter how I racked my brain, no memory.
"Galaxy, just admit it. We won't judge you for being its mom at this point."
"Yeah, abandoning your child is the worst thing a mother can do."
Even Reina was doubting me now. No, not you—you've been with me all this time.
"No, really."
"Fine, whatever. Point is, we gotta sweet-talk Magnut into helping, right?"
Reina had a point. We needed to butter up Magnut no matter what.
"Oh, so use the fact it sees me as mama?"
"Yeah. Looking at how dumb it is, maybe in the future it got brainwashed by someone."
True. Couldn't exactly come clean about not being its mama right now.
Had to borrow a cat's paw if that's what it took.
Time to exploit this kid who thought I was its mom.
I approached Magnut with a gentle expression, unlike before.
"Magnut, suppose I am your mama. Would you help your mama out?"
"Go outside?"
"Yeah."
Obviously. What else would I want in this cramped hole?
But against my expectations, it whipped its head away.
"No way. That's a hassle."
This punk acting picky despite its size.
I circled around and smacked its butt a few times.
Smack! Smack!
"God, you hikikomori lizard. How do you plan to survive like this?"
"Everyone—humans, elves—they all fear me. And sleeping here's comfy."
Who'd have thought the kid calling me mama was such a shut-in? Shocking.
"Don't worry. I'll take you to my world. Make you a hero there. Follow me."
"How?"
Magnut's eyes sparkled like stars at my words.
"Beat the Imperial Dragon, and you'll be humanity's hero."
If not, I'd beat it into submission.
Honestly, if I could handle this thing, Imperial Dragon was lunch. No need to overdo it without gauging Pingtao's power fused with Sin.
"Mama stays by my side too?"
Magnut's eyes twinkled.
A twinge of conscience, but no choice. Stop the war first.
"Yeah. It's my homeworld."
"Sweet! I'm in!"
Seeing its massive body wiggle happily stabbed my conscience, but hey, persuasion worked.
After the war, letting it call me mama was fine.
Songdo
In the West Sea, 130 crows rained missiles to halt the Imperial Dragon's advance eastward.
Well, "halt" was generous—it just slowed it down.
The silver linings: the Imperial Dragon's sluggish speed and zero casualties for the nimbler hunter air force.
The heroines watching the battle on TV from Songdo sighed.
"We really shouldn't have done it this way. Better to block the Imperial Dragon from the mothership in the air while the guild alliance handles the Chinese army."
Especially Choi Si-woo, who'd regressed, felt it keenly.
"We don't even know how strong it is."
"But this way—"
"Plus, Galaxy has the Akashic Records. If she suggested this, doesn't it mean all those 'efficient' plans you came up with fail?"
Choi Si-woo nodded at Lee Yoo-jeong's words.
Right. She had the Akashic Records.
"So this is the way to win?"
"That's why we're using this strategy."
Han Su-ji tilted her head. Still, calling it "Galaxy's method" felt off.
Then Rei appeared, landing on the table in the middle of the heroines.
"Kyuu kyuu!"
"Rei, sis is busy talking. Go sleep in Galaxy's room."
"Kyuuu!"
Peeved at being ignored, Rei snorted, turned tail, and left the room.
"Aw, it's sulking."
"Nothing like Galaxy—kinda funny."
"Cute, though. So we hold Songdo to protect even little Rei."
The heroines steeled themselves to defend for the kid's sake.
Meanwhile, oblivious to their resolve, Rei entered Yoo Eun-ha's room, played alone, and stumbled into a strange space.
It was the magic missile control room for operating the magic missiles.
"Kyuu! Kyo! Kyo! Kyo?"
In the control room Yoo Eun-ha had hidden, Rei found a bizarre device resembling her breasts.
It was the missile launch button—not similar at all—but Rei settled for chicken over pheasant.
"Kyuu!"
It shoved its head in close.
[Beep—Anti-kaiju magic missile system activated. Welcome, Yoo Eun-ha.]
"Kyuu?"
Suddenly, a strange woman's voice echoed in the control room.
Trembling in unease, Rei mashed the button repeatedly.
Soon after, Songdo shook with an earthquake that startled every resident.
Side: Park Yoon-cheol
"Damn it. Missiles are all gone."
He'd slowed it somehow, but at this rate, the Imperial Dragon's breath would reach Seoul.
Seoul would become a sea of fire. His girlfriend, who'd stuck by him through his unemployed years, would die.
"Fine. No teeth? Use gums."
No missiles? Ram it with the fighter.
"Thought the Japanese kamikaze bullshit in WWII was retarded. Guess I'm doing it."
["What're you doing? Pull back!"]
Old academy buddies tried to stop him, but with resolve set, he had to.
"No teeth? Gums it is. Cowards who wanna bail, do it."
Post-battle, missile-firing crows were rare. Out of ammo, proof. So delay even a second more—ram the crow into the Imperial Dragon.
Mana-powered fighter should deal damage.
Park Yoon-cheol pulled out a photo with his girlfriend, wept snot and tears, wiped his eyes, and hardened his heart.
"Loved you, you bitch!"
With cheesy last words, his crow charged the Imperial Dragon like a moth to flame.